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lomrtghj beoicate tljtB issue of 
Sfte Sfattler 

Mrs. %z{m jf. 3lames 

(lH3r— 1930) 

The Life Story of Helen E. James 

Helen E. James! How hearts beat 
faster and faces grow brighter when 
her name is spoken. There are those 
in town who were here when she came 
to Williamsburg as a bride, and there 
are those who have moved here within 
the last ten years, but to them all she. 
is "Our Mrs. James". And this is as 
it should be, for, contrary to the ways 
of many men and women, she chose to 
do her good deeds and give her gifts — 
both great and small — while she Xvas 
here to see the joy which they brought. 
She saw her community made bet- 
ter and homes made happier because 
she lived among us. 

It is fitting that those of us who en- 
joy this beautiful building — her great- 
est gift — should dedicate this issue of 
our Tattler to her, our beloved bene- 

Born in Conway, Mass. on February 
3rd, 1837, she spent a very happy 
childhood there, going to the district 
school which was near the large and 
well kept farm of her father, John 
Field. An old and much loved resident 
used to say; "Helen's father's wonder- 
ful common sense and keen judgment 
of men and affairs combined with her 
mother's love of study and refinement 
made a good cross in their children.'" 

Mrs. James was very proud of her 
ancestry both on her father's and her 
mother's side. They always stood for 
high ideals and progress. Her mater- 
nal grandfather, Elijah Nash, gave 
Mary Lyon his enthusiastic support, as 
well as money while she was traveling 
about soliciting funds for the school 

which has become Mt. Holyoke Col- 
lege. At that time many influential 
men scorned her efforts for the higher 
education of women. 

Helen Field James was a graduate 
of Conway Academy. She taught at 
one time in the Nash Street district in 
Williamsburg for the large sum of one 
dollar and fifty cents a week ! Later 
she attended Maplewood, a girls' finish- 
ing school in Pittsfield. While there 
her brother Marshall, who had gone 
out into the world to start his life work 
sent her his first gift of money — a five 
dollar bill. The fact that this was all 
the spending money she had for that 
year at school shows how times have 

Lyman James, whose family was 
very prominent in Williamsburg, met 
and came to love Miss Field and they 
were married at the Field Homestead 
in Conway on September 10th. 1857. 
when she was twenty years old. At 
first Mr. and Mrs. James lived next to 
the Congregational Church in the 
James house. Their married life was 
very interesting for they had many 
happy trips to strange places as well 
as many enjoyable experiences as the 
leading citizens of their town. 

As a young married woman. Mrs. 
James was always doing kindly deeds 
to those in trouble and many are the 
stories told of her modest acts of 
friendliness when she gave not only 
money, but that which money could not 
buy, her time and sympathy. She was 
always loved for her sweet simplicity 
and her democratic spirit. 


She had four children. Henry 
Dwight James was educated at Quincy 
Academy and became a merchant but 
has now retired from business. John 
Howard James was educated at Wil- 
liams College and became one of the 
leading officials of the Great Northern 
Railroad in which his uncle, Marshal 
Field, had an interest. He died Nov- 
ember 24th, 1912. Grace Fidelia 
James was educated at Smith Col- 
lege and married John W. Gillette, 
a graduate of Williams College. They 
lived on a beautiful estate in Hudson- 
on-the-Hudson until Mr. Gillette's 
death in 1921. In 1926 Mrs. Gillette 
married George Mirick, a lecturer at 
Harvard College. Mrs. James used to 
spend her winters at the home of Mr. 
and Mrs. George Mirick in Brookline. 
Philip Lyman James was educated at 
Williams College and became the head 
of the New York branch of Marshall 
Field's store. This position he still 
holds. Mrs. James' husband died May 
30th, 1902. 

Although Mrs. James always gave 
freely, her greatest gifts were made 
possible by the large fund left in trust 
to her by her brother, Marshall Field, 
who was known as the "Merchant 
Prince of Chicago". With the income 
from this fund Mrs. James was able 
to make Williamsburg a better place 
in which to live. Among her gifts for 
village improvement were: a bond to 
the Cemetery Association, the concrete 
walk from Main St. to the cemetery, 
and the watering trough near the 
school. Her largest gifts were for 
public buildings and include: the cha- 
pel and spire of the Congregational 
Church, the fire engine house, and our 
beautiful school building, which archi- 
tects tell us would cost $120,000 to 

build today. She also gave a $3000 
trust fund the interest of which will 
pay for all major repairs on the build- 
ing, for, Mrs. James used to say, "Any- 
one who gives his town a better build- 
ing than it could afford to build for it- 
self should also give something toward 
its upkeep." 

Every year she gave hundreds of 
dollars to worthy objects to help Wil- 
liamsburg's quota, such as the Red 
Cross, the Visiting Nurse Association, 
the Congregational Church, Home and 
Foreign Missions, the Seniors' Wash- 
ington Trip, the Children's Home, and 
Cooley Dickinson Hospital. One of 
her gifts was a $3000 room in this hos- 
pital with a $500 fund, the income"bf 
which provides for its perpetual up- 

During one of the hospital drives 
the citizens of the village of Williams- 
burg raised enough money to endow a 
room in that hospital in her honor and 
she was made very happy by this token 
of their appreciation. 

At the time of the one hundred and 
fiftieth anniversary of the town, Mrs. 
James very graciously opened her 
house to Vice-President and Mrs. Cal- 
vin Coolidge and their two sons and 
entertained them at dinner on the day 
that Mr. Coolidge gave his address. 
Many other famous men and women 
have been entertained by Mrs. James 
and have come to know Williamsburg 
through her courtesy. 

Mrs. James realized that the future 
of this town which she loved and for 
which she gave so much lay with its 
young people. Whenever a young man 
or young woman who went out from 
this school made good she rejoiced 
that her town had had a part in that 
success. Her first inquiries each spring 


when she returned were about the ity have blessed our town. She was one 

school and the church. Her interest of the finest examples of generous, 

in the Seniors' Washington Trip was Christian gentlewomen, 

alwavs keen and she watched everv Her manv vears of service and her 

event to see what returns it brought loyal devotion to our welfare have 

to help them on their way. made her so much a part of our lives 

For over seventy years her sweet, that we feel, as did James Whitcomb 

refining influence and loving generos- Riley: 

We cannot say, and we will not say 

That she is dead. She is just away! 
With a cheery smile and a wave of 
the hand 
She has wandered into an unknown 

And left us dreaming how very fair 
It needs must be, since she lingers 
And you — oh you, who the wildest 
For the old-time step and the glad 

Thinking of her faring on, as dear 
In the love of There, as the love of 

Think of her still as the same, I say, 
She is not dead — She is just away. 



To me, personality is an abstract 
something, a sort of unknown quality 
which makes one person different from 
another. I once knew a young woman 
who had a charming personality. She 
was vivacious, cheery and frank, and 
seemed to possess almost more than her 
share of energy and tireless capacity 
for work. This woman had a daugh- 
ter, who was a shy, reserved little 
dreamer. She too had a charming per- 
sonality. But how different were the 
qualities which made up their charms ! 

Too many people try to develop a 
charming personality in order to ap- 
pear brilliant and clever. But the 
time when the world likes to see per- 
sonality displayed, is in the face of 
difficult sacrifice, amid bitter reverses, 
or at the bedside of a sick one. Do 
not give up as hopeless the task of 
developing a charming personality : 
you do not need blue eyes and golden 
tresses to accomplish this. A definite 
aim in life, the throwing of oneself, 
heart and soul, into some great work, 
a spotless character molded beautiful 
by a cheery smile, a loving hand, a 
clear mind, with these your aim can 
be nothing but noble. Such things will 
give you the most charming of per- 
sonalities. For personality is simply 
the art of making people love you. 


We all must work for self-reliance, 
it does not come to us naturally, we 
have to strive long years to obtain it. 

All through life, from youth through 
manhood, self-reliance is one thing, 
which we should try to develop. At 
times we must depend upon others, 
but it is very satisfying to know, that 
in time of crisis, we have within our- 
selves, something upon which we can 
depend. Of course we can be too self- 
reliant and think that we can get along 
without help from any source whatso- 
ever. The one, who can stand square- 
ly upon his own feet, and does not 
flinch, when he faces a crisis is the one 
who is going to get the most out of 
life. In every school, for example, 
there are students with no sense of re- 
sponsibility, who depend upon others 
to help them along. In college too, 
the same thing happens, but the young- 
men and women of that type soon find 
that they are unable to carry on. In 
later life, those who have learned to be 
self-reliant are the ones who climb con- 
fidently to greater heights. 

Character Building 

When a man loses his wealth he loses 

When a man loses his health he loses 

When a man loses his character he 

loses everything. 

What do we mean when we say, "He 
is a man of good character?" Wher- 
ever we go there is someone who pos- 
sesses certain qualities or characteris- 
tics, which are admirable and noble. 
Then can we not say of him — "He is 
a man of good character, but these 



may not all be the best. How can he 
make these qualities better and finer, 
SO that they may be worth more than 
great riches, or even than good health ? 
Can we not begin to do this in our 
own homes? Here everyone can be 
more kind and thoughtful, and, above 
all, more unselfish. 

Sometimes at school, it may seem 
easier to get a high mark by unfair 
means, but only at the time; for we 
soon find out that it is not doing us 
any good. By unfair play, we may 

even lose some of our best, and most 
loyal friends. 

Many people have found out by ex- 
perience that it pays to be honest, not 
only in school work, but in games 
and activities of any kind. 

That we may be worthy of the 
phrase, "A man of good character" we 
must remember that the little and ap- 
parently trifling things count more, to- 
ward the building of a fine and noble 
character, than the bigger, but often 
less important things. 

The Senior Class 


Roger Warner 
Carrol Thayer 
Catherine Otis 
Roslyn Brown 



Class President (1), Secretary (2) (3), Class 
Play (1) (2) (3) (4), Interscholastic Debating 
Society (3) (4), Secretary and Treasurer of De- 
bating Society (3), Vice-President Debating So- 
ciety (4), Manager Basketball (2) (3), Editor-in- 
Chief Tattler (4), National Forensic Key, Fare- 
well Address, Pro Merito. , 

Phyllis has been our leading lady for two years 
and also one of our honor students. We wish you 
the same success in college that you had in Burgy 



Class Play (1) (2) (3) (4), Treasurer (4), 
Vice-President (3), Assistant Editor-in-Chief 
Tattler (4), Class History. 

Roslyn has been our stand-by as pianist for four 
years and her sweet smile has brought out the sil- 
ver lining of many a dark cloud during the past 
four years. We all wish you the best of luck 





Joke Editor Tattler (4). 

Maybe Ruthven is our baby but he gets there 
just the same. His sharp and witty remarks cer- 
tainly help to keep the class alive. 



Basketball (4), Class Grinds. 

Washington seemed to be too much for Betty 
and she was our "petted" invalid on the way 
home. Do you think you'll ever be the same. 


Class play (1) (2) (3) (4). 

What would Blanche do for excitement after 
school if it was not for lumber and the transporta- 
tion of it? We hope that the supply holds out. 





Raymond has been our guide for four years but 
when he got to Washington his guiding ability left 
him. Ask Priscilla and Roslyn? Never mind "Joe" 
remember the old saying "the world wasn't made 
in a hurry." 



Basketball (2) (3) (4), Baseball (1) (2) (3) 
(4), Class Play (3) (4), Assistant Business Man- 
ager Tattler (3), Class Will. 

Bill seems to be the lucky one of our class 
capturing a girl and a new Buick sedan at the 
same time. Keep going Bill and in time you may 
land a Rolls-Royce. 



Secretary (1) (4), President (3), Class Play 
(2) (3) (4), Basketball (1) (2) (3) (4), Basket- 
ball Captain (4), Class Oration, Pro Merito. 

"Cat" is our most popular all 'round sport. Her 
executive ability and loyal support has helped '31 
to reach the top of the ladder. With such a fine 
record she will surely reach her goal. 




Class Play (2) (4), Pro Merito. 

Irene is the midget of our class, also one of our 
best students. Her chief ambition is to own a 
"Roosevelt" and have a space to "Park 'er". 



Class Play (2) (4). Interscholastic Debating 
(4), Exchange Editor Tattler (4), Pro Merito. 

Doris has answered the "call of the wild" and 
has landed at Mountain Street too. 

What is there about the place which seems to 
capture certain seniors? 



Baseball (1) (2) (3) (4), Basketball (2) (3) 
(4), Prophecy on Prophet. 

Pete has certainly proved to us that he is old 
enough to have an automobile license. Good thing- 
gas is cheap, Pete ! 





Vice-President (1) (4), Treasurer (3), Basket- 
ball (2) (3) (4), Captain Basketball (4), Base- 
ball (1) (2) (3) (4), Class Play (3) (4), Busi- 
ness Manager Tattler (4), Sports Editor (3), 
President A. A. (4), Class Prophecy. 

"Cabby" is our star athlete and we certainly 
could not get anywhere if he was not on the job. 
His favorite color seems to be "Brown". How 
about it, "Cabby"? 



President (4), Interscholastic debating (3) (4), 
President Debating Society (4), National Forens- 
ic Key (4), Basketball (2) (3) (4), Baseball (1) 
(2) (3) (4), Class Play (2) (3) (4) Assistant 
Manager Tattler (3), National Oratorical Contest 
(4), Treasurer (2), Pro Merito, Address of Wel- 

"Roger" has made a name for us in his orations 
and debates. We wonder if his forceful way isn't 
due to the healthful quality of "Kellogg's" foods. 



Basketball (2) (3) (4), Play (2) (3) (4), In- 
terscholastic Debating (3) (4), National Forensic 
Key (4), Cheer Leader (3), Manager Basketball 
(4), Assistant Editor Tattler (4). 

Priscilla made a fine American Consul in our 
play and has proved that her ability in debating 
isn't lacking. We wonder if some day she won't 
be a "Judd" ge. 




Parents, Teachers and Friends: 

The Class of '31 welcomes you all 
to these — our class night exercises. 
And. as we welcome you, we fully real- 
ize that our class of 14 could never 
have reached this important step in 
our lives without your unselfish assist- 
ance and counsel. 

Fathers and Mothers — many are the 
hours that you have worked that we 
might have that time for study; many 
are the words of cheer that you have 
spoken when disappointments have 
seemed almost too great for us to bear; 
many are the times that you have 
shown us that these disappointments 
were but the stepping-stones to greater 
things. Tonight, you share with us 
the honors which we have earned. 

Teachers — your patience and skill 
have given us a training unsurpassed 
by many city schools. Your high ideals 
of scholarship and citizenship have 
been our guides through our school 
life, and they will strengthen US as we 
go forth to college, or to work. 

Friends — your generosity made pos- 
sible our trip to Washington which will 
be an inspiration to us for years to 
come. Your encouragement and in- 
terest in our activities here in town 

and your loyal support of those which 
carried us to other towns will never be 
forgotten. Surely the Class of '31 is 
rich in friends, who have taught us 

"The one thing worth while having 
Is a friend that's stood the test. 

And they, who have such friends as 
Know friendship at its best." 

Tonight, as you review with us the 
history of our life that has passed; lis- 
ten to the prophesies of our life that is 
to come, and laugh with us over the 
grinds and class bequests — we hope 
that we may prove to you, that we are 
not ungrateful for the pleasures which 
you have helped us to enjoy; for the 
honors which you have encouraged us 
to win; and for the blessings of a High 
School education, which you. through 
your self-sacrifice, have made it pos- 
sible for us to gain. 

And so — our hearts filled with grate- 
ful appreciation for the love of our 
parents; the patience of our teachers; 
the loyalty of our friends; and the in- 
spiration of our God — we say to you 

Welcome to our Commencement. 


Four years ago a troop of lively 
freshmen entered these halls of Wil- 
liamsburg High School. After getting 
settled in our home room we started 
off to our various classes. We met 
Mrs. Warner in (ivies, Mr. Turner in 

Mathematics, Mr. Chapman in English 
and a few of us met Miss Dunphy in 
Latin. We were an energetic class 
and we elected our class officers early 
in the year. They were: President. 
Phyllis Baker; Vice-President, Carrol 



Thayer; Secretary, Catherine Otis; 
and Treasurer, Mary Drake. 

For the next few weeks we heard 
rumors of Freshman Reception and 
the terrible things that would happen 
to us. We all tried to act brave and 
felt very much relieved when this was 

A few school jjarties were held, one 
being a Hallowe'en party. The most 
exciting, however, was the Junior- 
Senior Prom from which we freshmen 
were excluded. The biggest event of 
the year was the play "Miss Cherry 
Blossom", directed by Mrs. Leduc. 
The upper classmen took the leading 
parts but some of us freshmen were 
assigned such parts as the Geisha girls 
and American tourists. 

At the beginning of our second year, 
we found Miss Burke in Mr. Chap- 
man's place and Mr. Turner's place 
was filled by Mr. Wilder. Our officers 
included: President, Austin Snow; 
Vice-President, Raymond Lee; Sec- 
retary, Phyllis Baker; and Treasurer, 
Roger Warner. 

This year we had a more dignified 
part in the Freshman Reception and 
did our best to make the newcomers 
uncomfortable as they performed vari- 
ous stunts. 

Our debating teams defeated both 
Amherst and Hadley again this year. 

In April, some of our class had a 
chance to test their dramatic ability 
in the senior play, "Jerry of Jericho 
Road", with Phyllis Baker starring as 
Jerry and others taking important 

Under the efficient coaching of Mr. 
Wilder both our girls' and boys' bas- 
ketball teams were victorious in most 
of their games. 

When we entered our Junior year 

the same staff of teachers greeted us. 
The first real business of the year was 
the election of officers which resulted 
as follows: President, Catherine Otis; 
Vice-President, Roslyn Brown; Secre- 
tary, Phyllis Baker; and Treasurer, 
Carrol Thayer. 

This year our interscholastic debat- 
ing teams triumphed over Amherst, 
South Deerfield and Huntington with 
three of our class participating. 

Our musical comedy "College Days", 
in which William Merritt was the col- 
lege hero, was a great success due to 
the untiring efforts of Miss Johnson, 
our new supervisor of music. The 
proceeds from this helped to take our 
Seniors to Washington. 

Our first interscholastic prize speak- 
ing contest, coached by Miss Burke, 
was very successful, with Gordon 
Nash, one of our seniors, winning first- 
prize in a five-school contest at Hat- 

During the summer we raised our 
first money for the Washington trip 
by means of a Larkin Order. With 
the help of Mrs. Warner we cleared 
about $90. This gave us courage to 
start out in the fall to complete our 
fund. This we did by means of card 
parties, movies and food sales. 

As dignified Seniors, we proceeded 
to elect class officers who would guide 
us through our last and most impor- 
tant year. These officers were: Presi- 
dent, Roger Warner; Vice-President, 
Carroll Thayer; Secretary, Catherine 
Otis; and Treasurer, Roslyn Brown. 

The operetta, "The Belle of Bag- 
dad", in which we seniors took most 
of the leading parts, was very success- 
ful financially and otherwise. 

With Mrs. Warner again acting as 
coach our interscholastic debating 



teams were very successful, enabling 
three of our members to receive the 
National Forensic League Keys, and 
our school to have the honor of ten 
interscholastic debate victories, with 
no defeats. 

In November, we were all saddened 
by the death of Mrs. Helen E. James, 
whose sweet disposition, generosity, 
and love for her town will be kept 
constantly before the coming genera- 
tions, as they enjoy this beautiful 
school building and her other gifts. 
Several of the boys of our class were 
invited to act as guard of honor while 
her body lay in state at the church, 
and the entire school attended her 
funeral to show their respect and love 
for one who had done so much for 

Our much-talked-of trip to Wash- 
ington became a reality in April and 
will always be remembered as one of 
the outstanding events in our high 
school life. We sincerely hope that 
the juniors will be as fortunate as we 

It was also in April that the name 

of our school was on the front pages 
of all our newspapers, and while in 
Washington, Congressman Treadway 
brought us copies of the Washington 
Star which had in them the name of 
our school and the picture of our class 
president. All this honor came to us 
because we entered the National Ora- 
torical Contest on the Constitution, and 
Roger Warner, our contestant, won in 
Northampton and in Springfield and 
carried us into the semi-national finals 
at Springfield in May. A large part 
of the school and many toAvnspeople 
attended these contests to support our 
orator and to show their appreciation 
for what he had done. 

Our Junior-Senior Prom, held in 
May, was the last social event of the 
year and was much enjoyed by all. 

And now we bring to a close the 
history of the years we have spent at 
the Helen E. James High School. The 
exercises of this week mark the Com- 
mencement of a new life for us, the 
history of which we hope may be filled 
with success for each of us. 

Roslyn Brown, '31. 


It was a bright Sunday morning in 
July. I arose early and left my state- 
room on the Roosevelt Liner on which 
I was returning from abroad. My 
early rising was because of my desire 
to see an ocean sunrise on an extreme- 
ly bright and clear morning. I walked 
down to the lower end of the deck and 
opened my camera to take a picture 
and was about to snap it when a young 
lady stepped in front of me. She 
looked familiar and at a second glance 
I recognized her. It was Phyllis Bak- 

er, my old classmate at Burgy High. 
We remained on deck for some time 
while she explained that she was re- 
turning home for a short visit after 
teaching English Composition in a 
French Academy for many years. I 
told her that I had been traveling in 
Europe for ten years as a salesman 
for the Ford Motor Co. and that I had 
lost track of all my friends and elas-,- 
mates. hut sin- was no bitter informed 
than I of their whereabouts. 

Having an important engagement to 



attend to I left Phyllis in New York 
and went on to Jersey City where I 
was to meet the Director of the East- 
ern Branch of the firm. I arrived at 
Jersey City a little early and I was 
busily reading a paper when a chauf- 
feur came up to me and said that a 
car was waiting outside for me. He 
picked up my bags and rushed me off 
to a limousine. As I got in, a well 
dressed man spoke to me in a familiar 
voice and handed me a card. I glanced 
at it and whose name should be print- 
ed there but Ruthven Daniels. I was 
amazed, and turning to Daniels I was 
about to shower him with questions 
when he calmly began, "Yes, I am the 
Director of the Eastern branch of the 
Ford Motor Co. You see, after I left 
school I followed in the footsteps of 
my father. My success was so great 
that I was promoted rapidly and have 
just recently become director. 

I had an enjoyable chat with Ruth- 
ven and had returned to my room at 
a rather early hour. I turned on the 
radio and turning from station to sta- 
tion I finally tuned in on some organ 
music. I listened attentively to the 
beautiful strains that seemed at times 
to resemble many different instru- 
ments. Finally the music ceased and 
a voice announced that this program 
of classical and popular music from 
Albany, N. Y., was being given by 
Miss Roslyn Brown. The announce- 
ment left me bewildered. Could this 
wonderful organist be my old class- 
mate Roslyn? My wondering ceased 
when I recalled how she had played 
the piano so faithfully during chorus 
and how interested she had been in 
the Great Organ we saw on our Wash- 
ington trip. 

The next day 1 was at leisure and 

traveling about New York, I visited 
many interesting places. In the after- 
noon I went to see a ball game at the 
Yankee Stadium. The Philadelphia 
Athletics were playing the Yankees. 
The game was close and exciting. Sud- 
denly I heard a familiar voice. Look- 
ing down I saw a black haired fellow 
and nudging a nearby spectator I 
asked, "Could that Coach's name be 
Snow ?" 

"Say, where have you been?" he 
answered quickly. "Why sure, that's 
Pete Snow, the best shortstop in the 
American League, and the first success- 
ful manager since Connie Mack left." 
After the game was over I rushed 
down to the dugout and sure enough, 
it was my old pal "Pete" Snow. 

We spent the evening at his hotel 
discussing old times. 

Finally he said, "I've lost track of 
most of our class myself, but' surely 
you've heard about Priscilla, for the 
papers are filled with articles about 
her work. Why she is an expert chem- 
ist at Trenton, N. J." he continued, 
"and has just recently discovered a 
new element which greatly aids the 
development of medical science." 

I said, "Joe Lee has probably gone 
to Hollywood." "Oh ! no," Pete said, 
"The last letter, what little I could read 
of it, was all about his new yacht the 
"Irwin" which he is going to enter in 
the International Yacht Race this fall. 
You know he is as interested in boats 
as was Thomas Lipton." 

"But what's become of the rest of 
them ?" I asked. 

"Just drifted off, I guess/' he replied, 
"although when I was playing ball in 
Boston I met Blanche Heath. She had 
a responsible position as Supervisor of 



the children's ward in the Massachu- 
setts General Hospital." 

After spending another day with 
Pete and his ball club, I left New York 
for Williamsburg. Being in a hurry 
I went to a new Bronx Airport, and 
rushing up to the desk asked when the 
next plane left for Springfield. A 
medium sized, curly-haired man looked 
up and said, "I am leaving in twenty 
minutes Cabby, and I can get you there 
in just forty minutes." Surprised that 
he knew my name I turned around and 
peered straight into the face of Bill 

How long have you been in this 
business?" I inquired. 

He said, "Oh, ever since I got un- 
commercial license about six years 

"Well," I said, "I have run into so 
many of my old classmates, now I am 
going home to look up the rest." 

"Look here," he said, "I will show 
you where two of them are," and pick- 
ing up a recent edition of the Wom- 
an's Home Comrjanion he turned to 
the front page and showed me the 
pictures of two familiar faces. Below 
the pictures was a statement that 
Catherine Otis and Doris Sanderson 
were the newly elected Co-Editors of 
the Woman's Home Companion. 

"Not bad," said Bill, "and besides 
Catherine is publishing some of her 
own short stories and Doris has some 
fine articles on "Attractive Home Mak- 
ing," and by the way, did you know 
Betty Healy is running a summer re- 
sort, which is very popular with the 
Smith College Outing Club?" 

We then started on our trip to 
Springfield. It was nearly noon when 
I arrived in "Burgy". After lunch I 
climbed those old familiar stairs of 
the Helen E. James School and 
knocked at the principal's door. A 
pleasing voice bade me come in, and 
there, seated at the desk so long oc- 
cupied by Miss Dunphy was Irene Por- 

"How did you happen to come 
home?" she inquired, "Was it to hear 
Roger speak ?" 

"Where ?" I asked. 

He is speaking at the Grange Hall 
tonight. You know he is running for 
his second term as U. S. Senator, and 
he will surely win." 

I met Roger in the evening and our 
old schoolboy friendship was renewed. 
When I took the train for Jersey City 
the next morning I felt that I had con- 
cluded the most successful and enjoy- 
able vacation that I had ever spent. 


One morning in March while I was 
strolling down Fifth Avenue in New 
York, a news-flash of the sporting 
world caught my attention. It an- 
nounced the final game of the inter- 
sectional basketball tournament be- 
tween the leading eastern and west- 
ern teams. Being verj' interested in 

basketball. I decided to buy a ticket, 
for the tournament was going to be 
played in the magnificent Carnegie 
Gymnasium. Purdue was the western 
representative, opposing Yale Univer- 
sity, the eastern entry. 

That evening I ate my dinner hur- 
riedly and started for the game. I 



arrived a few minutes before the game 
began and as I watched the Purdue 
players limbering up I thought that the 
man who was directing them looked 
familiar. My thoughts drifted back 
to my basketball days at Burgy High. 
I thought of Carrol Thayer that night 
when he rolled up such a score against 
Belchertown. I could see him again 
urging his team on to victory. But 
why did my thoughts turn toward him 
more than toward the other players? 
It was the gestures of that man direct- 
ing the Purdue team. I tried to at- 
tract his attention but he was so in- 
tensely absorbed in his work that I 
was unable to speak to him then. I 

witnessed the finest game ever played 
on the polished surface. I was espe- 
cially pleased that the final score was 
in favor of Purdue. 

After the game I was the first one 
to clasp the hand of my old school- 
mate. That evening I invited Thayer 
to my home in the suburbs of New 
York where we spent a delightful eve- 
ning talking over old times. He told 
me how he had worked his way 
through college and how his playing 
on the varsity team had won for him 
the position of Athletic Director of 
Purdue College. 

Austin Snow, '31. 


We, the class of 1931, of sound 
mind and quite forgetful of things we 
should do sometimes, do make this our 
last will and testament. After pay- 
ment of just debts, with sighs and sor- 
rows, we devise as follows: 

To the class of 1933, our sister class, 
we do bequeath our love, and the right 
to duck the next year's freshmen. 

To the class of 1934 we leave our 
troubles and worries until they are 

To the class of 1932, our immediate 
successors, we leave the hope that they 
aren't crowded out by the oncoming- 
horde of sophomores and freshmen. 

To Miss Dunphy we grant our sin- 
cere appreciation and gratitude for the 
guidance she has given us. 

To Mrs. Warner we leave our his- 
tory books. We also give her the right 
to find other debaters as good as those 
in our class. 

To Miss Burke we leave the right 

of chaperoning the next class to Wash- 
ington. « 

To Mr. Bergan we leave the right 
to coach next year. 

To Vernon Warner we leave our 
gratitude for all he has done for us; 
we also grant him the right to take 
showers when there is hot water. 
To Miss Johnson we give our admira- 
tion, knowing full well that she pos- 
sesses ability far beyond our power to 
add or detract. 

To diet King, Pete Snow leaves the 
captaincy^ of next year's baseball team. 

To Dick Field, Cabby Thayer allows 
the right to work in chain stores, and 
he leaves his athletic ability to P. J. 

Irene Porter leaves her interest in 
Math to all fourth-year Math students. 

Catherine Otis leaves her love for 
and ability to play basketball to Ger- 
trude King. ^ - 



To Ruth Merritt, Phyllis Baker gives 
her ability in Latin. 

To George Demetriou, Roger War- 
ner would leave his oratorical ability 
if he didn't intend to use it next year 
at M. S. C. However, he does leave 
his trips to Mountain St. to Charlie Da- 

Roslyn Brown leaves her pretty 
smile to Magdalene Nietsche ; may her 
face be always sunny ! 

Doris Sanderson leaves her interest 
in airplane rides to the next class. 

To George Rustemeyer, Ray Lee 
grants his singing ability and to Chuck 
Kellogg he leaves his trips to "Bids". 

To Betty Wells, Priscilla Webb 
leaves her curls, and her basketball 
ability she leaves to anyone who needs 

To Helen Wickland. Betty Healy 
leaves her seat on the Chesterfield 

Ruthven Daniels leaves his unpre- 
pared studies to Elson Hathaway. 

Blanche Heath leaves her place on 
the Searsville bus to anyone who has 
been crowded in the last four years. 

To Lawson Clark, we leave the task 
of breaking the hearts of the girls 
after Thayer and Snow are gone. 

And with the entire high school we 
share our motto, "Labor conquers all." 

We hereby declare this to be our last 
will and testament, and hereunto set 
our hands and seal in the presence of 
witnesses, this twenty-third day of 
June, the year of our Lord, one thou- 
sand nine hundred and thirty-one. 
William Merritt, '31. 


We are the class of thirty one 
We are not through, we've just begun 
But what we have we've surely won — 
Now shall we go to college ? 

Catherine Otis of Village Hill 

As secretary filled the bill, 

Worked hard and long and with a will, 

And now she's off to college. 

Our officers — we'll name them o'er 
One and two, and three and four, 
We worked them hard but they'll work 

When they all go to college. 

Roger Warner heads the line, 

As president he was just fine, 

And there's no doubt that he will shine 

When he goes to college. 

Carrol Thayer, we'll name him second- 
To live in Burgy he had reckoned 
But if higher learning ever beckoned 
Off he'd go to college. 

Our treasurer, Roslyn Brown, is four. 
She held the cash and paid the score. 
Now her labors all are o'er 
Unless she goes to college. 

Our drama star was Phyllis Baker. 
Unless some other zeal o'ertake her 
We know her fame will not forsake her 
When she goes to college. 

When Ruthven Daniels is around 
No students in the lab are found. 
His ways he'll have to change I'm 

If he should go to college. 



Priscilla Webb has won her key. 
For her 'twas easy as could be; 
She could debate at M. S. C. 
If she should go to college. 

The best by Doris Sanderson 
Up at North Adams will be done 
If she goes on as she's begun 
And she'll do well at college. 

We have a clown in Raymond Lee. 
His tricks are funny as can be ; 
But retribution we foresee, 
In case he goes to college. 

Blanche Heath with her sunny smile 
Has brightened many a weary mile, 
And she will find herself in style 
If she goes to college. 

A bashful boy we thought Pete Snow 
But now we know this is not so; 
And this is fortunate, although 
He may not go to college. 

Irene Porter's a shy young miss 
But we are very sure of this — 
That she will be a grand success 
When she goes off to college. 

Bill Merritt is an all 'round sport 
With basket ball his special forte; 
He'll hold a place upon the court 
When he dejDarts for college. 

And Betty Healy, as a nurse, 

Has said she thought she might do 

Than aches and pains to help disperse 
Unless she goes to college. 

And now you've heard our prospects 

And though we're scattered by next 

Our motto "Labor Conquers All" 
Will find a place in college. 

Betty Healy, '31. 


We sing, as we plant the ivy 

Of golden days gone by, 

And hopes we long have cherished 

In our dear old High. 

Going into the future 

With hearts so brave and true 

Mingling with the ivy, are 

Memories of you. 


For four long years we've tarried 
Striving to do the right, 
With many a loyal comrade 
Keeping their goal in sight. 
And now by this wall of ivy 
We proudly to you call 
Here's to you, Alma Mater 
You're the finest school of all. 

William Merritt '31. 

Class Roll 


*Phyllis Baker 
*Catherine Otis 
*Roger Warner 


Roslyn Brown 
Ruthven Daniels 
Betty Healy 
Blanche Heath 
Raymond Lee 
William Merritt 
*Irene Porter 
*Doris Sanderson 
Austin Snow 
Carrol Thayer 
Priseilla Webb 
*Pro Merito Members 



Address of Welcome 
Class History 
Class Prophecy 
Prophecy on Prophet 
Class Will 
Class Grinds 

Roger Warner 
Roslyn Brown 
Carrol Thayer 

Austin Snow 
William Merritt 

Betty Healy 



Class Oration 
Farewell Address 

Catherine Otis 
Phyllis Baker 


"The Belle of Bagdad" was one of 
the most interesting and picturesque 
plays ever given in Williamsburg. 

The brilliant oriental costumes min- 
gling with the white and less colorful 
costumes of the American visitors lent 
a pleasing foreign air. 

Phyllis Baker was our leading lady 
for the second time and it is needless 
to say that she did her part in making 
the play a success. 

William Merritt with his delightful 
tenor voice was well worthy of a place 
as leading man. 

Roslyn Brown, George Rustemeyer, 
Catherine Otis and Carrol Thayer 
made up an interesting quartet; the 
boys lending much amusement in their 
roles of whirling dervishes and air- 
plane mechanics. 

Elson Hathaway played the part of 
a pompous and imperative policeman 
to everyone's satisfaction. 

Charles Damon in the role of Lord 
Archie Fitzgibbons was instantly pur- 
sued by Henrietta Whipstick, this char- 
acter being taken by Neva Nash to the 
amusement and enjoyment of every- 

Blanche Heath and Doris Sanderson 
were sweet and picturesque in their 
oriental costumes. 

We were pleasantly surprised bj 
Ethel Mosher's ability as a dancer. 

The part of the ruler of Bagdad was 
taken by Russell Clark whose Caliph 
costume and pleasant base voice was 
one of the leading features of the en- 

As an American Consul Priscilla 
Webb was ideal. She showed natural 
ability as an actress and the dignity 
that went with the part. 

The choruses of dancers, tourists, 
natives, and guards showed much care- 
ful training. 



Those in the choruses were Richard 
Burke. Richard Field, Roger Warner, 
Wilfred Allaire, Norman Graves, Jos- 
eph Kostek, Ruthven Daniels, Elmer 
Thayer, Jean Merritt, Magdalene Niet- 
sche, Irene Porter, Viola Mason, Ruth 
Pittsinger, Louise Kellogg, Louise 
Mosher. Nancy Sheehan, Elizabeth 
Webb. Mary Dunn, Helen Smiley. 
Ruth Merritt. Edith Merritt, Elizabeth 
Parker, Dorothy Field, Rowena Pitt- 
singer, Marie Allaire, Rita Riley, Mar- 

jorie Damon, Harriet Dodge, Gertrude 
King. Catherine Grace, Helen Ozzolek, 
Esther Lupien, Betty Wells, May Paul, 
Helen Wickland, Lois Bisbee, Theresa 
Rosemarynoski, Barbara Roberge and 
Anna Baj. 

The success of the play was due to 
the hard work and cooperation of 
Mrs. Eaton, our accompanist; Miss 
Johnson, our musical director; and 
Mr. Norton, our stage director. 

We Should Like To See 

W. H. S. win a baseball game. 

W. H. S. make a success of a magazine 

Vergil translate his own Latin. 
Glad Irwin in the graduating class. 
Magdalene Nietsche on time. 
Phil Cook dance. 
Cabby Thayer not depositing notes in 

certain desks. 
Charlie Damon studying French in- 
stead of dreaming of "Alice in 

Harriet Dodge and Rowena Pittsinger 

without those A's. 
Madaline Halloway lose her dignity. 
Lois Bisbee without her Rolls-Royce. 
Ethel Mosher pious. 
Nancy Sheehan with eyes for someone 

besides Cabby. 
Gal Sheehan in love. 
Elson Hathaway the valedictorian of 

P. J. Murphy make a home-run. 
Helen Wickland hurry. 
Neva Nash without her smile. 
Catherine Otis and Phyllis Baker make 

a mistake in English grammar. 
Tony Soltys with more feet. 
Priscilla Webb miss a basket. 


"Whistling in the Dark" the Seniors 

"Don't hold anything, let everv- 
thing go" Sally Cumin 

"The One Girl- 

Roger Warner 

"I'm Happy when You're Happy" 

Helen Smiley and John Shaw 

"I've Got the Bench. I've Got the 
Park, but I haven't Got You" 

Carrol Thayer 

"Smile, darn you, Smile" 

Elson Hathaway 

"All bv vourself in the Moonlight" 

Gertrude King and Dot Field 

"Love 'em and Leave em" 

Lawson Clark 

"Little Joe' 

" Peg o' my Heart' 

Blanche Heath 

Mr. Bergan 

"Maybe it's Love" Charlie Damon 

Class of 1932 

We have just learned that Phil Cook 
(our class president) has resigned his 
job at Valley View Filling Station, 
intending to roll the roads of Chester- 
field this summer. 

Galagher doesn't care much for 
proms. He spends his Friday evenings 
thinking up new riddles to amuse the 
class on Monday. 

After school days are over and Ruth 
Pittsinger settles down in her own lit- 
tle home, there will be no need of hir- 
ing a "Cook". 

Our Henrietta! (Neva Nash), may 
her shadow never grow less. 

We don't hear much from Esther, 
but when it comes to putting up dec- 
orations, she is right there. 

Lois Bisbee and Ruth Pomeroy are 

the long and the short of it. We hope 
that their means of transportation will 
carry them through their senior year. 

Elizabeth Parker entered our class 
in the winter term, but she seems to 
have become acquainted with the W. 
H. S. customs all right. 

Betty is another one of those calm 
and collected girls. Anyway she al- 
ways has the place in French class. 

Russell's talent as an actor may en- 
able him to receive a position in Holly- 
wood for in the Senior Play he played 
"The Calif", very well. 

There is one fellow in our class, 
whom we call Day Man (Damon), but 
he turned out to be a night rider, when 
traveling home from "Duck Inn". 

Class of 1933 

George Judd may bring the Goshen 
boys down in the morning but whom 
does he take home at night ? 

Ask Louise Kellogg how she likes 
Westfield High School. 

George Rustemeyer's special hobby 
is correcting the girls' Latin papers. 

Mary Dunn has come back again 
and she seems to be here to stay. 

John Shaw likes French. He takes 
it with a Smile (y). 

Ethel Mosher seems to have a hard 
job holding her boys. 

Elmer Thayer's motto is "speak 
when you're spoken to." 

We'll have to buy a buzzer for The- 
resa Rosemarynoski so that she'll leave 
the one on the bus alone. 

Dick Burke is generally "at the joy- 
stick" during Geometry Class. 

Harriet Dodge and Rowena Pittsing- 
er will soon be breaking all school rec- 
ords. But you can't blame them fox- 

George Demetriou has trouble keep- 

ing the girls on the bus calmed down. 

Jean and Ruth Merritt are interested 
in Ancient History. Why? 

George Field, our star third base- 
man, certainly shines during the sec- 
ond period in the morning. 

Juvy Black and Mari Wells will 
soon be our leading basketball players. 

Lawson Clark seems to like the 
cement gate posts in front of Warner's 

Madeline Halloway is still the shy 
member of the class. 

Frederick Goodhue has recently got 
the habit of eating at Bisbee's. Ask 
him why ? 

Helen Wickland must have stolen 
Mary Pickford's curls. 

Helen Smiley likes her seat in An- 
cient History. Why ? 

David Packard likes haying pretty 
well. Is it because of the Rowen(a . 
Dave ? 

Magdalene Nietsche gets to school 
on time every morning now ! 

Class of 1934 

We Wonder 

If Betty Webb knows the way home 
from We.stfield. 

Why Barbara is so interested in 
"Stanton" trucks. 

Why Corbett doesn't let pleasure in- 
terfere with his studies. 

If Francis Shaw and Wilfred Allaire 
still have as much ambition as when 
they first started. 

If Viola would reach her destina- 
tion sooner if she used roller skates. 

Why Tom Stone doesn't employ 
Gert King as a private nurse. 

At what beauty parlor Ed. Murphy 
got his permanent wave. 

Why Edith Merritt chums around 
with Elizabeth Parker. 

When Norman will entertain us with 
"Sheridan's Ride" again. 

"Baj" (by) the way, how Anna 
reaches school each day. 

If you don't agree with us that 
Louise Mosher is a good 'Scout. 

Why Carolyn doesn't know "the 
name of a movie when she gets home. 

If Marie and Marjorie will go out 
for basketball next year. 

If someone can't furnish Helen 
Cumm with a package of bobby-pins. 

When Leslie will wake up iti Alge- 
bra class. 

The cause of Helen's cold sores. 

If "Little Joe" will ever grow up. 

What kind of "Pet" Virginia pre- 

If Mr. Bergan's well known saying, 
"See me after class," means anything 
to Jones, King and Soltys. 

Why Nancy likes to go to the out- 
of-town basketball games. 

Which car Edna will decide upon 
for her friend to buy. 

If Elson will miss "A Miss." 

Who changed "Gibby's" mind about 
the way he should comb his hair. 

If Mildred and Rita would impart 
their knowledge of Latin class. 

If George Mollison's nickname will 
ever be "Speed". 

If Dot and Dick Field don't make a 
"Peach of a Pair". 



Climbing the ladder to success, 

Is a task that's hard and long, 
Sometimes the Climb is weary, 

And everything seems wrong; 
You wonder if it's worth the trial, 

If the top can e'er he won, 
And then the clouds go drifting by, 

And you once more see the sun. 

Ambition is the first rung, 

You have to persevere, 
Have patience when you think you've lost, 

When your aim seems much too dear; 
Show sportsmanship in dealing 

"With your fellow climbers too, 
And you'll find the top is not so far, 

As it seemed when you were blue. 

Take courage in your lengthy climb, 

Smile when you'd rather sigh, 
The ascent won't seem so very long, 

Each rung will just slip by; 
Be kind to those who have to rest, 

Lend a hand to those who stop, 
With success you'll surely be blest, 

When at last you've reached the top. 

Louise Kellogg '33. 

The Hen 

They say the hen's a queer old bird, 

She's always scratching ground, 
Or laying eggs, or digging worms 

Wherever they are found. 
No business troubles worry her, 

The weather gives no fear; 
She keeps on digging all the time 

Each day throughout the year. 

If biddy finds the ground is hard 

Against her beak and dry, 
She scratches all the harder, 'cause 

She knows it's wise to try. 
When summer days are dull and long 

She doesn't stretch her legs, 
But keeps on digging juicy worms 

And laying more good eggs. 

You've never seen a shiftless hen, 

They're pluggers, big and small; 
Hard work is simply fun to them, 

They scratch and dig — that's all. 
And tho' some say the hen is queer 

From what they see her do, 
I'm pretty sure that she could teach 

Us folks a thing or two. 

George Demetriou '33. 

In Memory 

Slowly she walked to the church-yard, 
On a sad and sorrowful day, 

To a stone which was old and marred, 
The grave where her own son lay. 

She knelt by the stone in silence, 
Where she often went to mourn. 

She placed a wreath of roses red, 

'Neath a flag so tattered and torn. 

This mother left with tears in her eyes, 
She was feeble, and old, and lame, 

Her son with others had given his life, 
He had brought his country fame. 

Louise Kellogg '33. 


A dear old lady with fading eyes. 
And a lace cap on her head, 
Sits thinking of years so long gone by 
And of friends whose lives have fled. 

She sits there by the fire place 

In an old, old-fashioned chair, 

And the light streams on her wrinkled face 

And finds tears glistening there. 

Yes, tears for her children and those dear ones 

Who have yet to find that life 

Is not always joy or light-hearted fun, 

But is full of care and strife. 

Priscilla Webb '31. 



A Glimpse of Life 


The birds are singing in the trees, 

And all the children 'round 
Are playing games of Hide-and-Seek, 

Or sitting on the ground. 
But why, oh why does that small girl 

Sitting yonder on a stone, 
Quietly rise up and wander off, 

That she may be alone? 
The story of her life is sad 

As her mother and father are dead. 
And she has no place, the poor, little thing 

To rest her weary head. 
And though she is pale, and weak, and thin, 

And her shoes are badly worn, 
She does not complain to anyone 

For fear of being scorned. 


But as she is wandering off alone 

She is stopped by a gentle hand, 
And her weary eyes are turned upon 

The face of a kind, old man. 
"Where are you going?" the old man asked. 

"1 don't know," the child replied. 
"I do," said he, as he held her close, 

"For I'll keep you by my side." 

Marie Allaire '34. 

To A Little Girl 

A toast to you, sweet little girl ! 
Blue eyed lass with golden curls, 
Soft pink cheeks that glow in health, 
Dimpled chin worth more than wealth. 

Sweeter voice cannot be heard, 
When these lips bring forth a word; 
And the sweet shy glance that blends, 
With the blueness heaven sends. 

Small and barefoot feet that trod, 
On the pavement and the sod, 
All too soon those feet must hide, 
In those dark black cells of pride. 

Another toast, sweet little girl ! 

May you keep your golden curls, 

And when the snow spreads o'er your hair, 

May you still more blessing share. 

Betty Wells '32. 

Who Will Be Saved? 

Two little children were talking one day 
Trying to find some game to play. 
Said one, "Let's play we're firemen brave, 
We'll have a big fire with lots to save. 
We'll rescue the people and all they own, 
Then we'll help them to find a new home." 
And so they were firemen big and brave, 
Their only problem was, some one to save. 

Betty Healy '31. 

The Tramp 

My duty is to drive out tramps 
But one came overnight. 
He quietly covered everything, 
And even he was white. 

I ran and loudly did I bark, 

But he didn't make a sound. 

He just stood there and wouldn't budge 

Nor even once look 'round. 

I did my duty like a good dog, 
His clothes were strangely damp. 
But he never moved a single step, 
This cold, unfeeling tramp. 

I don't know what to think of him, 
It has made me rather blue. 
I never saw his kind before 
Now, what am I to do? 

Blanche Heath '31. 

To the Dandelions 

Oh, dandelions of yellow gold, 

The beauty of the year you hold. 

Oh, wondrous flowers of the spring, 
Happiness to us you bring. 

Little children love to play 

Among your blossoms every day. 

Of your stems they make with care 
Little ringlets for their hair. 

When your color turns to white, 
It brings to them a new delight. 

They blow your hair far away, 

"Farewell, farewell," they seem to say. 

The wind takes you on its flight, 

And carries you far out of sight. 

So we'll wait another year, 

Until your heads again appear. 

Marjorie Damon '34. 



The World's Center 

I asked a Hit tie elf-man 
Whose lace was wreathed with mirth 
It' he could please just tell me 
Where's the center of the earth. 


And he took me from the country 
To the city, bold and wild, 
He said, "You'll never find it 
Where all is still and mild." 


But alas ! I was not satisfied, 
I knew- that he was wrong. 
But still for a solution 
To my problem did I long'. 


Then one evening, from my window 
Of my home upon a hill, 
I saw a sight which made my heart 
With joy and rapture thrill. 

It was the moon a-riding 
In the heavens high above, 
And 1 heard the wind a-moaning, 
And 1 saw the trees I love. 


Then alas! My heart did tell me 
What 1 so did long to know. 
I'd found the answer to my question 
In my own home here below. 

Phyllis Baker "31. 

The Organ 

The musician his place is taking 
Before the organ so old, 
The setting sun on the piping 
Makes it a splendor of gold. 

Under his magic lingers 

Pours forth a music so rare 

That it touches the souls of sinners, 

And converts them to silent prayer. 

The human soul will never know 
A beauty more complete 
Than the music of the organ 
With its tone so rich and sweet. 

Catherine Otis '31. 

Pear Blossoms 

The pear trees are blossomed again today, 
On hilltops and plain, stretching far away. 
Their beautiful flowers of pink and white 
Wave to and fro in the morning light. 

They are the love of the fanners 'round. 
They cover most of his orchard ground; 
Their flowers so bright, and yet, so fair, 
Wave a hand to him in the morning air. 

Doris Sanderson '31. 

A Rainy Day 

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; 
It rains, and the wind is never weary; 
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, 
But at every gust the dead leaves fall, 
And the day is dark and dreary. 

Be still sad heart and cease repining; 
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; 
Thy fate is the common fate of all, 
Into each life some rain must fall, 
Some days must be dark and dreary. 

Mary Dunn '33. 

Westminster Abbey 

I reached Westminster Abbey 
As the night was beginning to fall. 
The shadows beckoned to me, 
And the quiet seemed to call. 

I heard voices as I entered, 
And what a queer sensation 
To see Shakespeare and Milton 
Engaged in conversation. 

"Do the boys and girls today 
Appreciate us?" asked one. 
The other replied, "They would, 
If they knew what we have done." 

I looked up much astonished. 
"Admire your That's not true. 
Look at all we have 
'iY study, just because of you." 

Soon I realized my mistake 

For — who's been our inspiration? 

And what a part these men have played 

In our cultural foundation ! 

Rowena Pittsinger '33. 



The Month of May 

The air is filled with heaven's own sweetness, 
Life is 'wakening with break of day, 
Flowers are jeweled with sparkling dew, 
We know it is the month of May. 

When brooks have waked from winter's sleep 
And laughingly glide along their way, 
And trees have donned their dainty gowns 
We know it is the month of May. 

Irene Porter '31. 


A Prayer for a Day's Walk 

God let me find the lonely ones 
Among Thy people today, 
And let me say some words to take 
The loneliness away. 

So many walk with aching hearts 
Along the weary lands, 
So many walk with troubles 
That no one understands. 

They find the roadway rough and steep 
Along the barren lands, 
God help me cheer these weary souls 
And strengthen their tired hands. 

Theresa Rosemarynoski '33. 

A Boy's Lure 

Steadily flowing night and day, 
The brook goes on its musical way. 
Beckoning boys who must stay in school 
To fish for front in the shallow pool. 

Oh ! for a stick and a crooked pin, 
And a good stout line to pull them in. 
Oh ! for a gurgling, babbling brook, 
And a speckled trout caught on your hook. 

George Mollison '34. 

The Flag 

The stars and stripes float free, and wave 
From lofty hills, o'er soldier's grave. 
Its colors mean be staunch and true 
As soldiers brave knew how to do. 

The stars and stripes will always fly 
From every house beneath the sky, 
And to these colors we'll be true 
As were the boys who fought in blue. 

Lois E. Bisbee '32. 

Little the blooming flowers know 

Of the power that made them so; 

The birdlings in their downy nest 

Have thoughts of naught but food and rest; 

Though Chipmunk has his task to do, 

The squirrel's the worker of the two, 

The sleek brown thrasher in the brush 

Is like the robin, lark, and thrush 

Who do . not think of that far day 

When earth is cold and bleak and grey. 

They carol their melodious lay 

To cheer us, come whatever may. 

But man, who works from morning sun 

Until the tasks of day are done, 

See's nature's gifts about him cast, 

And thanks his Maker first and last. 

Harriet Dodge '33. 

The Vacant Chair 

When I go back to "the old home place," 

1 loved in the long ago, 
Things never look quite the same to me, 

As I sadder and older grow. 

I miss the sound of a loved one's voice, 
The sight of that loved one's face. 

Things never seem quite the same to me, 

When I go back to "the old home place." 

I miss those smiles, and that love so true 

And, when I go back there, 
Things never seem quite the same to me, 

Because of that vacant chair. 

Neva Nash '32. 


Spring is passing 

O'er the land 

Bedecked in jewels bright. 

Her colors massing 

On every hand 

Reflecting heaven's light. 

Bluebirds dashing, 

A merry band, 

Always a welcome sight. 

Rain drops splashing 

On warm sand 

Awakening earth to light. 

Magdalene Nietsche '33. 




School is not the worst old place. 

Some frown and fret but keep the pace, 

Others think that school's a joke, 

And their teachers they provoke. 

English is sometimes provoking, 

When the teacher is not joking. 

And in French 1 am no shark. 

You'll believe it by the mark. 

Math, is often most deceiving, 

When the marks you are receiving. 

History's not the worst of studies, 

Since the ancients are our buddies. 

George Judd '33. 

The Country 

It's a place that God has set aside 
For those who like to roam 
O'er the hills and valleys low 
And have a quiet home. 

It's a place where trees in spring 
In pink and white are dressed; 
Under their shade in summer time 
There, one can sweetly rest. 

"Where one can learn to know the birds 
That sing so sweet a song, 
That fly about, in and out 
And know no single wrong. 

It's a place where fruit grows wild 
For folks and birds to eat— 
Strawberries on the hillside, 
In woods, blackberries sweet. 

Blueberries grow in open fields 
With bees and birds around; 
And if you closely look, you'll see 
Partridge berries on the ground. 

In the brooks which How along 
The speckled trout is seen, 
And on the banks, bine Iris, 
Bittersweet, and evergreen. 

And, while roaming in the wood, 
One is so sure to hear 

Partridge-drumming on a log 

Or see Light loot, the deer. 

A poet could write verse after verse, 
And not begin to tell 
Of all the wild flowers and the birds 
That in the country dwell. 

So, you can go for miles and miles 
And not see half, it seems, 
For the Country is far lovlier 
Than the fairest of fair dreams. 

Viola B. Mason "3i. 

And a Little Child Shall Lead 

Sylvia Dresseler looked listlessly out 
of the window. It was raining dismally. 

"Yes, it is the only thing. You must go 
away, out into the country where j T ou can 
be quiet." The doctor's words brought her 
abruptly to herself. For the past month 
she had been recovering from a severe at- 
tack of pneumonia. The doctor had tried 
hard to have her recover, but she did not 
care whether she lived or died. Now she 
must go to the country. She hated it and 
everything to do with it, but it would be 
a change so she nodded assent. 

Two weeks later she was well settled 
with an older friend in a small country 
cottage. One morning Sylvia wandered 
from the cottage into the sweet fragrance 
of the pine woods. The sunshine was 
peeping between the boughs and bright- 
ening the hollows where violets were be- 
ginning to make their way through the 
mould. As she walked slowly along she 
felt peace silently envelope her, and she 
was more contented than she had been for 
a long time. Suddenly she came upon a 
clump of purple and white violets gleam- 
ing with dew. She pressed her face close 
to them, but as she raised her head she 
came face to face with a beaming counten- 
ance close to her own. She had been so 
engrossed in her thoughts that she had 
not seen a small boy coming toward her. 
He was perhaps, eight years of age and 
wore a pair of faded overalls. He was 



gazing at her with the biggest, bluest eyes 
Sylvia had ever seen. He suddenly re- 
gained the power of speech and exclaimed 
in a wondering tone, — 

"Where did you come from, — 'Violet 

Sylvia was so overcome by surprise that 
she sank down on the cool moss at her feet 
without a word. The child did not give 
her a chance to reply but went on, — 

"I am Bobby and I am looking for a 

"Well, Bobby," said Sylvia, "come 
along with me and we'll see what we can 
do." So Bobby went home with Sylvia. 

As the days went on she became more 
and more attached to him and though she 
knew she should send liim to an "orphan 
home," she could not bear to part with 
him. They used to take walks in the 
woods and soon Sylvia found herself con- 
fiding in him. He was very young but he 
seemed to understand perfectly. One day 
while the) r were sitting beneath a pine 
tree, Bobby begged for a story. Sylvia 
told him this: — 

"Once upon a time, there were a boy 
and girl, who grew up together. One day 
the boy told the girl that he was going 
away to learn how to become a doctor, and 
the girl said that she would always wait 
for him. She waited but he never came 
back." When Sylvia finished, her eyes 
were wet with tears and Bobby was gaz- 
ing wistfully before him. Silently they 
walked home. 

Bobby had often spoken to Sylvia of a 
man whom he called Mr. John. He often 
went fishing with him and though she had 
never seen him, Sylvia felt as if she knew 
him from Bobby's description. One morn- 
ing Bobby started gayly off down the 
road. Just before lunch, Sylvia was sur- 
prised to see a roadster stop before the 
cottage, and feeling that something was 

wrong, she ran out. As the man in the car 
turned, she recognized John Mayward, 
the "boy" in her story. Carefully he lift- 
ed something from the seat, and Sylvia 
saw Bobby limp in his arms. He ex- 
plained, simply, that an automobile had 
struck Bobby and that he must have med- 
ical attention at once. After carrying 
Hobby to the cottage he took out his first 
aid kit and with breathless haste set to 
work over Bobby. 

It was not until the next day that he 
regained consciousness. Then for the first 
time they relaxed for he had dropped into 
a deep restful sleep. 

* * # * * * 

Now it was October. The countryside 
was aflame with its autumn foliage. Bath- 
ed in afternoon sunlight. Bobby was sit- 
ting on the porch gazing rapturously be- 
fore him. Just then a car drove up and 
out jumped Sylvia and John. Leading 
her to the porch John said to Bobby, 

"Here we are, Mr. and Mrs. John May- 
ward, your new mother and dad." 

Bobby gave a cry of joy and rushed in- 
to the arms of his "mother." 

Harriet Dodge '33. 

Home Treasure 

Two brothers, John and Henry Wil- 
liams were in the dormitory at the State 
College of Oklahoma. They were talking 
in low tones. 

"Mother is working too hard to keep us 
in college," said John the older brother. 

"Oh, I guess she is getting along all- 
right," replied Henry. 

"There's the bell now, so let's hustle," 
said John. 

The next day the two boys received a 
telegram from a neighbor saying that their 
mother was very sick. The boys immedi- 
ately packed and left for home. When 
they arrived they learned that the doctor 



said their mother must not do any more 
hard work herself, or have the respons- 
ibility of supervising the work on their 
big farm. 

That evening the boys talked the matter 

"This means that both of us will have 
to leave college and go to work," com- 
plained Henry. 

"Buck up, boy," said John, "we will 
pull through all right. We must find 
work to do, then go through college so that 
mother's dream may be realized." 

"Yes," responded Henry, "but where 
shall we find work? There is nothing to 
do in this old town, and the farm will not 
bring in enough for us both. I don't like 
to work on a farm anyway." 

"Neither do I, but mother needs me 
here, so I'll stay and somehow make 

"I am going to the city. There are lots 
of jobs there, and I shall make money." 
responded Henry. "Besides how are you 
going to run the farm? You have no 

"I have saved four hundred dollars." 
said John, "I can get money on credit 
when the bankers see how hard I am try 

"I am starting for the city tomorrow, 
and soon Til have more money than you'll 
ever find on this farm," said Henry. 

John did not reply, he knew that find- 
ing work in the city would be no easy 

The next morning the two boys started 
at their respective tasks — one preparing 
to get the farm organized — the other 
hunting aimlessly for work. 

After two months of hard work. John 
had received no word from Henry so he 
knew that he had not found a job. His 
own work, on the farm, had not been go- 
ing very well either, and he was discour- 

There had been a long dry spell ; and 
water was scarce, so he and his men start- 
ed to dig a well. He had dug very deep, 
and was about to stop for the day when 
he noticed certain signs that encouraged 
him to keep digging. That night he called 
up his geology professor at college and 
asked him to come out to the farm. 

The next morning after the geologist 
had looked at the well he said, "You 
seem to have struck it lucky boy. There 
are signs of oil here. I am so sure of it. 
that I shall advance you sufficient money 
to carry on your work." Within a week the 
Williams farm was the scene of great con- 
fusion. An oil well was gushing so fast 
that the men could not harness it. 

Two weeks later Henry returned. 

"Did you find a job?" John asked. 

"No," replied Henry gloomily. "I 
tramped all over the city and found no 

"Well, you'll find plenty here." laughed 
John. "You remember the day that you 
said sarcastically that I would never get 
any money from this farm. What do you 
think now?" 

Henry solemnly replied. "Because you 
and mother look so happy, and because of 
my experience. I have found that "Home 
is the Greatest Treasure. 

Roger Warner '31. 

The Search 

Near the city of Newark was a small 
village where many older people had made 
their homes, and among them lived Mary 
West, who was a woman of about seventy 
years. She had lived alone for twelve 
years, hoping for the return of her close 

Her daughter Ruth and son-in-law 
Robert with their son Robert Jr. had 
started for the West bv train. The train 



was wrecked and many people were killed 
and more hurt. 

One day about six months from the time 
of the wreck Ruth returned to her mother 
with the sad news that her husband and 
son were said to be dead or among the 

Ruth had to work to help support her 
mother, while the latter cared for their 

One night as Ruth was returning home 
from her daily work, she noticed an auto 
in the driveway. As she entered she 
saw a young man talking with her moth- 
er. Then, taking off her coat and hat, she 
began to talk with this interesting young 
man. He was selling life insurance and 
thought Mrs. West might be interested. 

As they talked, they became more 
friendly, and finally Mrs. West asked him 
to stay to supper. He ate heartily and the 
meal was a real treat to him. 

After supper, they sat beside the fire- 
place telling of their experiences. The 
young man said he was Bob Harding. He 
told them he had lived in an orphanage 
until he was fourteen years old and then 
he went out to work for himself. He said 
he didn't know who his parents were, but 
he was told they were killed in a train 
wreck. He said, "This is the only trinket 
I have," as he pulled a chain out of his 
pocket which had a watch on one end and 
a baby's ring on the other. 

Ruth exclaimed, "Why that is just like 
the one my husband had which was left 
to my son." Looking inside she recognized 
the initials to be R. D. for Robert Dowe. 

After investigation Bob was found to be 
Ruth's son. He made his home with his 
mother and grand-mother, and supported 
them all very comfortably. 

Louise Kellogg '33. 


It was February 1896. A blustering 
cold wind blowing from every direction, 
the rattling of a window pane, and the 
steady ticking of a clock were the only 
audible sounds in that lonely and weath- 
er-beaten cabin in the Black Hills of 
North Dakota. The huge and gaunt form 
of a man lay motionless on a cot in one 
corner of the room. 

Weak and trembling with the cold, he 
rose to his feet and went to the fireplace 
where only ashes remained. His errand 
was not to kindle a fire, but something 
more mysterious. Slowly he pulled the 
stones away from the hearth, and drew 
out a huge, tin box. 

He scribbled a note which read as fol- 
lows : 

"To the rightful heirs of the Jane's 
Fortune, Elizabeth Richards and Lindal 
Davis." Carefully folding the note, he 
put it in the box, and laying it in i'ts place, 
he fitted the stones in again. 

Two days later some hunters, who were 

wandering that way found the old hermit 

dead. No one knew who the man was, so 

the town took charge of his funeral. 

Twenty years later a poor, but respect- 
able man with his wife and two children, 
Carl and Wilma, moved to the little town. 
As they were walking through the woods 
one afternoon in late fall, the young 
people of the family noticed a path cover- 
ed with dead leaves. Eager for adventure, 
they went on. When they saw the broken 
shutters and window panes of this lonely 
cabin, they exclaimed, "Oh, let's look 
around among these ruins." Wilma start- 
ed to open the door, which hung on one 

"Be careful," warned her brother. 

Very cautiously they entered what 
seemed to be almost a haunted house. 



Carl, who was very observant, noticed a 
loose stone on the hearth. 

"Wilma, I am going to see what is be- 
neath this." 

"All right, Carl, but do let me help!" 
Together they pulled the stones away 
and to their great amazement, they found 
a tin box. Upon opening it, they discov- 
ered a pile of bills, some valuable jewelry, 
and a paper, yellow with age. This paper 
said, ','To the rightful heirs of the Jane's 
Fortune, Elizabeth Richards and Lindal 

"Why Wilma!" Carl exclaimed, "Those 
are mother's and uncle Lindal's names. 
Let's take this home at once." 

That evening in their living room Mrs. 
Richards was explaining that her uncle 
Alfred Janes had left a sum of money and 
some valuable jewels to them in his will. 
Soon after she and her brother had taken 
possession of them, however, they disap- 
peared, but no one had ever known where 
until now. 

Ruth Pittsinger '32. 

Roses of Picardy 

A young boy of about fourteen sat pen- 
sively gazing out over the blue waters of 
the Mediterranean sea ; gazing back over 
the briny furrows the steamer was leaving 
in its path, gazing somewhere beyond that 
horizon to the beautiful land of sunshine 
and happiness he had just left. Every- 
thing about this youth seemed to spell cul- 
ture, refinement, and sensitiveness. His 
delicate features were handsome and per- 
fectly shaped ; his hands, white and slen- 
der like a woman's and his figure one that 
would have thrilled the ancient Greek 
sculptors. His hair, now rather long, was 
golden, thick, and extremely curly, while 
his eyes were large, brown, and soft, and 

seemed to reveal the secrets of the lad's 
innermost soul. 

A tall, sad-looking woman resembling 
the boy strongly except that her eyes were 
gray, walked along the deck until she 
reached the spot where her son was sit- 

"You are sorry to be leaving Italy, my 
Donal'?" she asked. 

"Yes, mother, and you?" 

"Very glad," 

The youth turned to look at her. 

"Why, mother?" he asked, "Did it not 
make me well again?" 

"Oh, yes," she answered hoarsely, "but 
it reminded me so much of your father." 

"I do not understand." 

"My Donal'," began the woman, "when 
I first crossed these seas I was a great 
American soprano, about to try my future 
on the Italian stage. I was young, success- 
ful, and hopeful — the whole world seemed 
before me. But when I next sailed this 
Mediterranean. I was a crushed, deserted 
woman with only a year-old son to bring 
me any happiness. Between those two 
ocean voyages, I had met your father, that 
famous Pedro Cavillini, greatest of all 
Italian violinists. There I had loved him. 
married him. and had my baby — but. oh. 
my Donal', there he had ceased to care for 
me — for you, too, my boy. and there he 
had deserted me. Do you think for one 
moment I would have come back to Italy 
— my land of memories — if it had not been 
a question of your health?" 

"And vet you love him." said Donald 
Cavillini simply. 

"No-no," cried his mother desperately. 

The young boy put two slim fingers be- 
neath his mother's chin and lifted her face 
until her eyes met his. 

"Mother." he said. "Ever since I can re- 
' member, your expression has been one of 



sadness and hopeless longing. If you care 
for him no longer, why doesn't this atti- 
tude leave you?" 

"Donal','' gasped the woman pleading- 
ly, "do not look at me like that. Those 
eyes — they are not yours — but his — go 
away. Oh, my Donal', before you were 
born I hoped you would look like him, 
but no, you were just like me — except — 
except your eyes. Now I wish they were 
not so large and dark — my Donal', so 
much like his !" 

"And you would never let me handle a 
violin because he was such an artist, moth- 

"Yes, my Donal', but lie was more than 
an artist — he was a master — and his vio- 
lin was the only thing he ever loved." 

"And when I used to sing, "Roses of 
Picardy," why did you always stop me, 
and make me promise to sing it no more?" 
he asked. 

A pause. 

Madame Cavillini's gray eyes filled 
with tears. 

"He used to play it to me, and I would 
sing it," she whispered brokenly, "long 
ago when he cared." 

Donald's gaze fell once more upon the 

"Someday I will make you happy, 
mother," the youth promised. But Ma- 
dame Cavillini had gone. 

To keep a violin from the hands of the 
offspring of one of the world's greatest 
violinists is not an easy thing to do. At 
least such proved to be the case with 
young Cavillini. In vain, as Donald grew 
to manhood, did his mother first beg, then 
command that her son should never learn 
to play the instrument which had caused 
her so much unhappiness. But every fibre 
in Donald's body vibrated with such a 
passionate love for music, and especially 
for the violin that after several painful 

experiences, his mother began to realize 
that no living thing could keep him from 
it. To hold his love to keep him well and 
happy — he must be allowed to play — and 
he was. Years passed, and by the time 
Donald was twenty he and his mother no 
longer had a settled urban home, but trav- 
elled from one city to another — or rather 
from one stage to another — throughout 
the length and breadth of our great land. 
For Donald Cavillini was now a famous 
young violinist whose only home was the 
concert stage, and only task that of mak- 
ing his audiences laugh and weep as the 
heart of his beloved instrument cried out 
to them. Then one day a great change 
took place. 

Donald's aged teacher and director 
died. As he was drawing his last breath 
he reached out his hand and touched that 
of the grief stricken Donald. 

"Your success on the American stage is 
limited, my boy," whispered the dying 
man, "go, my boy, for me, I pray you to 
that land of musical opportunity — Italy. 
Find another director — and carry on — go, 
for me." 

And Donald did — but this time his poor 
mother did not accompany him. 

One evening a few months after Don- 
old's departure, Madame Cavillini re- 
ceived a long letter from the boy. After 
telling in careful detail of the marvellous 
success which was his, Donald wrote of 
a great concert to be held within a few 
weeks in Rome in which he himself was to 
be the sole entertainer. It would be the 
turning point of his life, he wrote, because 
if he were successful he would no longer 
be considered a "promising youngster," 
but a man who had taken his place among 
the great masters of the world. She, his 
mother, must be present. And she was. 

The magnificent theatre was packed. To 
Madame Cavillini, sitting there alone, it 



seemed as if all Italy must be present. 
Just before the concert was to begin. Don- 
ald rushed up to her, grasped her hand 
and whispered these words into her ear, 

"Remember, mother. I once promised to 
make you happy." 

Then he was gone and a moment later 
the curtain was rising. 

No words can express Donald Cavil- 
lini's success that night. No one could 
doubt that he had at last found his place 
in the realm of great musicians. For he 
played the music of masters, like a mast- 
er. Near the end of the concert, he came 
out upon the stage without his violin and 
raised his hand until all was still — then 
he spoke : 

"I am not going to play the last number 
for you. My director is to play instead." 

There was a moment of disappointment. 
Then a tall dark-haired man with large, 
brown eyes and drooping shoulders ap- 
peared on the stage. A moment of tense 
silence, — then a thunderous applause of 
rapturous surprise, for all knew at the 
sight of this gaunt, melancholy figure 
what was in store for them. The man 
raised his beloved instrument. A slow, 
plaintive melody issued forth. It rose and 
fell — oh — how the great man played ! The 
music laughed, and sobbed, then fell into 
a plaintive moan — only to rise again — 
pleading, longing, singing, and every heart 
in that vast audience cried and rejoiced 
at the music's bidding. Never before or 
since, had music been so beautiful; for it 
carried with it a plea for forgiveness, a 
promise for better things, a longing for 
some dear one, a song of true love, which 
time and distance had only served to make 
rise and live again, more glorious than be- 
fore. Nor did the music prophecy in vain. 
For the great violinist was Pedro Cavillini 
— and the song he was playing was 
"Roses of Picardy". 

Phvllis Baker '31. 

One Way to Settle a Quarrel 

It wasn't often that Winnifred Harding 
was excited, but she surely was today as 
she stood at the foot of the stairs. But 
why shouldn't she be excited? This was 
her only sister's wedding day. 

As her sister Esther appeared at the 
top of the stairs, a murmur of admiration 
went through the assembled guests. She 
descended the stairs calmly and took her 
place beside the nervous bridegroom. Af- 
ter the simple and beautiful ceremony the 
new Mrs. Edward Merlin and her hus- 
band drove away covered with rice and 

Winnifred turned to Gordon Foster, an 
old friend of hers, who had come from 
Maine to see the wedding. 

"Well," she said with a sigh. "It's all 
over. I guess Eddie is glad that it is. 
too," she added with a smile. "Did you 
notice how scared and trembling he was?" 

"I don't blame him any for being nerv- 
ous. I would have been myself." he said. 
"But isn't it queer that men are so brave 
and calm in an emergency, and are so 
nervous in a little affair? And it's just the 
opposite with women." 

"Oh. is that so?" retorted Winnifred. 
"Well, just for that I'll prove to you that 
women can be as brave as men!" 

"If you can prove that to me you can 
prove anything," replied Gordon, much 
amused. "But I know that you can't. 
Come, let's forget it for now. and join the 


A week later Winnie sat with her chin 
in her hand trying to think of a way to 
keep her promise to Gordon and prove 
what she had said. But she thought in 
vain, for it was certainly a hard problem 
to solve. Suddenly she jumped up and 
ran to get the letter which she had re- 
ceived from Gordon, who was a lumber- 
man in Maine. The letter consisted main- 
ly of "when arc you going to prove that 



ridiculous statement you made" and other 
similar remarks, but he did mention a 
great scarcity of loggers and even of man- 
agers. Here was her chance ! She would 
dress as a man and apply for a position 
in the lumber camp, while she was sup- 
posed to be spending a month at the beach. 
She might get an opportunity to accomp- 
lish some brave feat right in front of Gor- 
don himself, and of course she might not, 
but she was going to try it anyway. Now 
it would be very foolish indeed for some 
girls to attempt this, but Winnie was a 
tall, strong girl with a naturally husky 
voice, and with a frank rather boyish man- 
ner. In addition to this, her father owned 
a lumber camp for many years, and she 
had spent all her vacations there since she 
was seven years old. 

The following Monday, unknown to her 
parents, who were getting ready for a trip 
themselves, Winnifred started for Per- 
ham, Maine. 

At the Perham station a fine-looking 
young man stepped off the train, and 
asked the ticket agent the way to the 
Moore Lumber Camp. Soon Winnifred 
Everett Harding, alias Winthrop Everett, 
was making her way to camp. 

Winnifried interviewed Mr. Moore, the 
owner of the camp, and he agreed to try 
her out for a week. So Winnifred went 
to work, and showed so much skill and 
ability in her work during the week that 
Mr. Moore gave her the position. She had 
to work hard, but her only real difficulty 
was in avoiding Gordon Foster, and in be- 
ing careful not to forget her role and give 
herself away by her actions. 

One day when the men were floating 
logs down the river, a number of the logs 
caught upon a snag, and before the men 
could reach them, more logs piled on top, 
and kept coming so fast that in no time 
they were in a terrible jam. The only pos- 

sible way to loosen the logs would be to 
dynamite them. In order to do this, a 
lighted stick of dynamite would have to 
be placed in the midst of the jam where 
it would have the most effect. It was a 
perilous thing to do, because whoever 
placed the stick of dynamite would have 
to travel back over the mass of logs be- 
fore the explosion of the dynamite or be 
crushed to a pulp. 

The next morning all the men in the 
camp were called together, and Mr. Moore 
told them what would have to be done. 
He explained that the man who undertook 
this job would be risking his life, and con- 
cluded by asking for a volunteer. Out of 
the forty men present not one spoke. 
There was a tense silence, and then Win- 
nie jumped to her feet and cried in a ring- 
ing voice, "I will do it." 

That afternoon a very silent party of 
men accompanied Winnie down to the edge 
of the great jam. Not a word was- spoken 
as Mr. Moore silently pressed Winnie's 
hand before she went out to her gamble 
with death. They watched her with awe 
as she picked her way out over the massed 
logs to the center of the jam where she 
placed the stick of dynamite. As soon as 
she had lighted it, she started back with 
lightning swiftness on her run for life. A 
great shout of encouragement burst from 
the lips of the watching men. She slipped, 
again and again, but recovered herself 
with unfailing quickness. When she 
slipped a black cloud of despair settled 
upon the men, but as she came nearer and 
nearer they began to have hope. Panic- 
stricken, they watched, each one of them 
dreading everv instant the loud boom of 
the exploding dynamite. They shouted 
again and again, filled with admiration 
for the bravery of the young man who had 
gone so fearlessly to such a perilous task, 
and who was now fighting for his life. On 



and on she came, and when she was within 
a few feet of safety the crash came. Huge 
logs were hurled high into the air and 
went hurtling in every direction, as with 
a screaming, grinding noise, the logs be- 
gan to move downstream. The explosion 
seemed to give Winnifred new life, as witli 
a last effort she finally reached safety. 
She lay for a moment too spent to speak. 
The men gathered around her, and Winnie 
struggled to her feet just as Gordon Fost- 
er hurried to her side. "Winnie!" he cried, 
"Why on earth did you do it?" "To show 
you that women are just as courageous as 
men," Winnie answered. 

Catherine Otis '31. 

Fair Play Brings Success 

The sun was burying itself in the 
purple hills, and the quiet of night had 
settled on the village of Rayville. On 
the outskirts of the village two figures 
were seen moving in a large garden. 
The figures were those of a mother and 
her son. Only the birds heard the 
words of the mother. "Remember my 
son, that even in college fair play 
brings success." 

The next day the train from Ray- 
ville carried Lendell Kent to Yale Col- 
lege, the college of his dreams. After 
two months Lendell had become one 
of the best racers in the college and 
because of this he was chosen to rep- 
resent Yale in a race with Harvard, 
which was to take place in two weeks. 
Lendell had many friends, but also 
two enemies, who were jealous of his 
growing popularity. 

A week before the race. Lendell, 
deep in the midst of his studying, 
looked up to see Rowley Kennedy and 
Jerold \ ickcrs, his two enemies walk- 
ing into his room. 

"Hello," cried the two. 

"What are you doing?" asked Row- 
ley, "studying I suppose. Well, we 
haven't any time for that. We've got 
something important to talk about. 
Do you know that it's up to you to win 
the race next week? We have a fine 
plan. You know there is a path lead- 
ing from the track, and if you follow 
it you will come out not far from the 
goal. It's a short cut and if you slow 
up, no one will notice you." 

"I'll do nothing of the sort," replied 

"Oh. so you're one of those niec 
boys, are you?" retorted the rascals. 
"You wouldn't dare. Harvard has a 
better racer than you anyway. You're 
just selfish and don't want your col- 
lege to win." 

Lendell's pride got the best of him 
and he said, "All right! just for that 
I'll take that dare." 

Just when he needed to remember 
his mother's words most, he had for- 
gotten them. 

On the day of the race Lendell won- 
dered what made him feel so bad. A 
whistle blew. The race started. Raw- 
ley and Jerold, Lendell's tempter^, 
wondered why Lendell wasn't going 
slower and why Harvard's racer was 
slowing up. To Lendell a magnet 
seemed to be drawing him away from 
the path and the words "Fair play 
brings success." rang in his ears. Len- 
dell. wondering where his opponent 
was saw the goal before him and ex- 
hausted he reached it. Yale was the 
victor, but Harvard's racer was no- 
where to be seen. 

Amid the excitement Harvard's man 
was carried in suffering with a broken 
leg. When questioned he confessed 
that he had been tempted by his fel- 
low students. 



low-students to take that path and that 
while running he had fallen and brok- 
en his leg. 

When the excitement was over the 
president rose to present the medal 
and he concluded his speech as fol- 
lows: "I heard that our contestant was 
tempted to take the path but I knew 
he would not be dishonest." 

In the audience a mother's heart 
beat fast, as her son replied, "The 
dearest treasure on earth taught me 
that fair play brings success." 

Rowena Pittsinger, '33. 



Ralph Hutchinson stood in front of 
one of the hangars at the new Army 
Aviation School at Randolph Field, 
watching a solitary plane looping and 
spinning above him. It was Aleck 
Bordwell's plane, and he was taking a 
test Might. 

Suddenly the plane overhead came 
diving down, levelled out in front of 
the hangar, and went sailing through 
the open door, came out at the other 
end, and climbed into the blue sky. 

That little trick was contrary to the 
rules of the field, and any one who 
tried it warj subject to discharge and 
Ralph knew it. But Aleck was no 
friend of his, so why should he be 

The next morning the commander 
walked into the hall. Immediately 
the men rose and stood at attention. 

"As you were," said the commander 
and they sat down again. 

"Yesterday afternoon," he began, 
"two mechanics were at work in han- 
gar No. 8 when a plane roared in one 
end and out of the other. They were 
not able to identify the plane. Did 

any of you boys happen to see this 

"Yes, sir," said Ral]Dh rising to his 
feet. "I was standing in front of the 
hangar when it happened, sir." 

"Did you recognize the plane?" the 
commander asked. 

"Yes, sir," replied Ralph. 

"Who was it?" demanded the offi- 

Ralph hesitated, and then, "I'd ra- 
ther not answer that, sir," he said. 

"Hutchinson," the commander said, 
"do you realize that by refusing to 
answer my question, you are liable to 
be discharged ?" 

Ralph swallowed hard. Should he 
tell who it was and ruin Aleck's am- 
bition or should he keep still and take 
a chance on being discharged. 

At that moment a voice came from 
across the room. Aleck stood in the 
door, his face white and his fists 
doubled. • 

"Wait a minute," he said, "I did it, 
sir, don't discharge him." 

The commander turned on Aleck, 
"You did it?" he asked. 
i es, sir. 

The commander turned to Ralph, 
"Do you want this man discharged?" 
he asked. 

"No, sir," said Ralph, wondering 
why he said it so emphatically. 

The commander turned to Aleck 
again, "I am not going to discharge 
you. You can thank Cadet Hutchin- 
son for that. But instead, I sentence 
you to serve one month in the brig, 
and I want to see more friendship be- 
tween a couple of cadets at this field. 
Understand ?" 

"Yes, sir," answered Aleck, grinning 
at Ralph. 

"Yes, sir," repeated Raljah, grinning 
back. Frederick Goodhue, '33. 

The National Oratorical Contest 

This year Williamsburg' High School 
entered for the first time the National 
Oratorical Contest. Roger Warner, 
our contestant won first place at the 
district finals at Northampton on 
March 15. in which five schools com- 
peted. It was with joy that we fol- 
lowed him on April 24, to Springfield 
where the Western Massachusetts Fin- 
als were held. Here he defeated con- 
testants from Springfield and Pittsfield. 
again displaying his oratorical ability 
and once more bringing victory to his 
high school. To have our contestant 
represent Western Massachusetts in 
the Northeastern Zone Finals, held at 
Springfield on May 15. was indeed a 
great honor, appreciated not only by 
his teachers and fellow students, but 
also by the townspeople who were 
present in large numbers. This con- 
test was a preliminary one to the Na- 
tional Finals held at Washington. May 
23. Although Roger did not win th:-. 
contest, he made for himself and his 
school a record which will be an inspir- 
ation to our orators in future contests. 
We sincerely congratulate him and his 
efficient and untiring coach, his mother, 
on their success in this new Held of in- 
terscholastic activities. 

The oration as delivered follows: 

The Constitution, Our Protector 
and Friend. 

Down through the ages, man has 
yearned for individual liberty. This 
love of liberty won the American Revo- 
lution but, after the war. that same 
love of liberty almost wrecked our na- 
tion. Each state was jealous of the 

others' power, yet all refused to obey 
the federal authority under The Ar- 
ticles of Confederation. Our great 
men feared that the Ship of State 
would founder on the rocks of anarchy 
but God thought otherwise. Just a-, 
He had planned that Greece and Rome 
should give to the world art, literature 
and law — so He planned that America 
should give to the world a model of 
government by which the rights of the 
individual would be forever protected. 
The experience of those great men 
who met to revise The Articles proved 
this. For five long weeks, these states- 
men had debated without success. On 
the last day. when they were about to 
abandon their great purpose. Dr. 
Franklin arose and said, "The longer 
I live, the more proofs I see of this 
truth, that God governs in the affairs 
of men. If a sparrow can not fall 
without His notice, is it probable that 
an empire can rise without His aid?'' 
From that time on. each morning they 
asked for Divine help and each even- 
ing they had accomplished something 


T 1 

The three great issues upon which 
they had disagreed were — representa- 
tion, slavery, and trade. Representa- 
tion by population was the demand of 
the larger states, while representation 
by states seemed necessary to the 
smaller ones. The delegates comprom- 
ised with the two Houses of Congress. 
Slavery was favored by the South, but 
opposed by the North. No federal in- 
terference with the slave trade for 
twenty years and representation based 
on five slaves to three whites, these 



were their compromises here. Trade, in 
those days, was the cause of jealousy 
among the states as it is among nations 
today. Again, the delegates com- 
promised. There would be free trade 
between states with a tax upon im- 

After these great issues had been 
settled, the Constitution grew rapidly 
framed, as it was, by statesmen of the 
greatest experience and most brilliant 
intellects ever assembled at one time. 
Inspired by God, these men produced 
a constitution that was to become the 
greatest protector and friend of the 
individual that the world had ever 

While some of its features originat- 
ed in the Magna Charta, the most im- 
portant were distinctively American, 
arising from the independent character 
of the colonists themselves. Among 
these are : the separation and balance 
of the legislative and executive depart- 
ments with such checks that neither 
can 'oppress the people; the creation 
of a Supreme Court for the protection 
of the humblest citizen; short terms 
for elected representatives ; dual alle- 
giance to state and national govern- 
ments; and last, and most American of 
all, the opportunity for each individual 
citizen to make of his life, his liberty, 
and his personal property whatsoever 
he wishes. 

Other governments have changed 
but our Republic, guided by the great- 
est charter ever writen, still stands. 
Stands, did I say ? Yes, but for how 
long? For today only, unless we awake 

to the dangers that are threatening ! 
For generations to come, if we, as loy- 
al Americans, arise to its defence. 
Only a decade has passed since our 
boys came home from the Great War. 
Then our flag was the flag of human- 
ity, our nation — the hope of the world. 
Today, men and women, who pretend 
to be true Americans, openly defy our 
laws; while other make crime an or- 
ganized profession, for the profits are 
great and the punishments — small. 

We have accepted the blessings of 
life in America — blessings made por- 
sible by our Constitution — as a right 
and a heritage, with no thought of 
gratitude. Now the time has come 
when we must show that we are not 
ungrateful, only thoughtless. 

My fellow-countrymen: Let us, who 
have inherited the true American spir- 
it, insist upon obediance to our laws; 
reverence for our flag; education of 
our foreign born, yes and of our na- 
tive-born, in the glorious history of 
their land; lastly, let us inspire in 
others a willingness to sacrifice per- 
sonal gain for the cares of public 
oflice and the advancement of the pub- 
lic good — ourselves setting the ex- 

Then, shall we be worthy of our heri- 
tage ; then, shall we be true to the 
ideals of those great men who, inspired 
by God, gave this model of govern- 
ment to a king-ruled world; then, shall 
we have "kept the faith" with our j)ro- 
tector and our friend — the Constitu- 
tion of the United States. 

Prize Speaking Contest 

Williamsburg High School held its 
second prize speaking contest on April 

The students, who entered this con 
test, were William Merritt, Juvy Black, 
Jean' Merritt, Frederick Goodhue, 
Lawson Clark, George Rustemeyer, 
Carolyn Barr, and Norman Graves. 

Even though it was only an inter- 
scholastic prize speaking contest, the 
contestants showed much enthusiasm, 
with Miss Burke of the English De- 
partment as their efficient coach. 

The judges, who had been carefully 
chosen, were Mrs. Hattie Metcalf, 
Miss Anna Watson and Mr. Charles 

Lawson Clark, who had chosen as 
his selection "The Coward", by Arthur 
Guy Empey was considered worthy of 
the first prize, and Juvy Black, was 
considered a close second. Her selec- 
tion was "College Oil Cans" by Will 
Victor Maguire. 

Next year we hope that another in- 
terscholastic contest as successful as 
that of last year will be held. 






Priscilla Webb 

Catherine Oti^ 

Carrol Thayer 

Phyllis Baker 

Irene Porter 


Blanche Heath 

William Merritt 







Irene Porter 

Raymond Lee 

Roger Warner 

Doris Sanderson 

Betty Healv 

Ruthven Daniels 




Raymond Lee 

Roslyn Brown 

Austin Snow 

Charles Damon — Doris Sanderson — Roger Warner 
Phyllis Baker — Mrs. Warner — Priscilla Webb — Ruth Pittsinger 

Debating Society . 

President: Roger Warner 
Vice-President: Phyllis Baker 
Secretary-Treasurer. Ruth Pittsinger 
Executive Committee: Carrol Thayer. 
Austin Snow and Philip Cook 
Coach and Faculty Adviser: Mrs. Ray- 
mond Warner 

The W. H. S. Debating Society en- 
joyed another very successful season 
this year. Keen enthusiasm was shown 
by the pupils in the preliminary de- 
bates; while the interscholastic de- 
bates were loyally supported and ap- 
parently much enjoyed by the towns- 
people as well. 

We held the first preliminary debate 
of the season in September on the ques- 
tion, Resolved, that the U. S. should 
cancel its foreign war debts. Charles 
Damon was judged the best debater 

and Carrol Thayer, second best. The 
question for the October debate was, 
Resolved, that U. S. should build a big- 
ger and better navy. Doris Sanderson 
won first place and Esther Lupien was 
second. The last preliminary debate 
was in November on the question, Re- 
solved that the Chain Stores are detri- 
mental to the American people. This 
was won b} r Ruth Pittsinger with Ed- 
ward Sheehan rating as second best. 

In December W. H. S. began its 
series of interscholastic contests with 
a debate against South Deerfield. The 
question was, Resolved that the U. S. 
should join the League of Nations. 
Our team, consisting of Phyllis Baker, 
Charles Damon and Roger Warner up- 
held the negative and was victorious. 
In February, over 80 townspeople and 



students made the fifty-mile trip to 
Westfield where we won over a school 
whose enrolment was more than 
twelve times our own. The question 
was. Resolved, that Chain Stores are 
beneficial to the American people. Our 
school, represented by Phyllis Baker, 
Priscilla Webb and Roger Warner de- 

fended the negative. The season end- 
ed with a very decisive victory over 
Huntington in April. This was the 
tenth victory brought to W. H. S. by 
its debating teams which, as yet, have 
never been defeated. We hope that 
future teams will carry the colors of 
W. H. S. to even greater victories. 



Francis Manwell — President 
Roy Leonard — Vice-President 
Maud Warner — Treasurer 

Mrs. Sophie Eaton — Secretarv 

Executive Committee 

Frank Bisbee 
Nelle Dolan 
Jane Kiely 
Catherine Burke 

Margaret Trainor 

Helen Nash 

Mrs. Raymond Warner 

Anne Dunphy 

Carl A. Bergan 

Class of 1930 

Thomas Barrus — Massachusetts State 

Nathaniel Hill — Massachusetts State Col- 

Winnifred Lloyd — A position in North- 

Chester Golash — At home. 

Gordan Nash- — At home. 

Robert Merritt — At home. 


Lewis Black '23 to Vivian Williams, 
Keene, New Hampshire. 

Alton Warner '21 to Dorothy Crown, 
Northampton, Mass. 


Olive Rhoades '28 to Warren McAvoy. 

Williamsburg, Mass. 
Helen Nash '22 to Richard F. Watling. 

Haydenville, Mass. 
Gertrude Dobbs '25 to Milton Day, 

Northampton. Mass. 


Richard Manwell '26 from Amherst 

Helen Merritt '27 from Smith 

Eleanor Mansfield from New Rochelle 

Raymond Burke. Ordained to Priesthood. 
St. Mary's Seminary. Baltimore. 

Bartley Gordon '23 from George Wash- 
ington University. 

Alice Dansereau '29 from North Adams. 

Evelyn Russell '29 from North Adams. 


May 31, 1930 — Son — Anita Smith Foley. 
July 14. 1930 — Son — Ruth Smart Cran- 

Standing — Damon, Sheehan, Coach Bergan, Cook. Seated — Hathaway, Merritt 

Thayer, Snow, Warner 


Basketball Scores 

. H. S. 20, 

Huntington 28 


Charlemont 23 


Belehertown 5 


Alumni 29 


Ashfield 12 


Westfield Trade 25 


South Hadlev 20 


Smith Academy 36 


Clarke School 49 


Huntington 19 


Smith School 26 


Ashfield 14 


Charlemont 1 1 


Westfield Trade 26 


Smith Academy 29 


South Hadley 25 


Smith School 22' 

As the basketball season drew near, the 
talk of the sport was often heard. The 
outlook for Burgy was somewhat uncer- 

tain, but we hoped for a successful sea- 
son. Continued practice and a great fight- 
ing spirit brought fair results. However, 
two victories over Sanderson Academy, 
our friendly enemy, helped a great deal. 
Both of these games were closely contest- 
ed and very interesting to watch, as any 
of the spectators will say. 

With the opening of the basketball sea- 
son next winter Williamsburg will be one 
of five small high schools which will play 
in a league. Other schools in this league 
are Huntington, Smith Academy, Chester 
and Westfield Trade. Home and home 
games will be arranged, and it is hoped 
that there will be keen interest and close 
rivalry in the games to be played. Al- 
though Sanderson Academy and Charle- 
mont High Schools are not in this league, 
games will be played with them just the 
same. Rules governing the league will ap- 
pear in the early fall. 

Standing — M. Wells, M. Damon, Coach Bergan, N. Sheehan, M. Allaire. Seated — J. Black, P. Webb, 

C. Otis, J. Merritt, R. Merritt. 

Qirls Athletics 

Girls Basketball Scores 

W. H. S. 10, Huntington 28 

53, Charlemont 4 

31, Belchertown 20 

21. Ashfield 9 

24, Cooler Dickinson 27 

21, South Hadley 26 

21. Smith Academy 19 

13, Huntington 6 

19. Cooler Dickinson 23 

24, Ashfield lb" 

28. Charlemont 15 

14. Smith Academy 12 

29. South Hadley 16 
38. Cummington 17 
15, Alumnae 8 

The prospects for a successful season 
were very good. The team met with de- 
feat in its first game, but due to the effici- 
ent coaching of Mr. Bergan, and to the 
great fighting spirit of the team, it fin- 
ished the season with 7.'} percent victories 
to its credit. Two of the most exciting 
games of the season were played with the 
Dickinson Hospital nurses. The team won 
1 1 out of 1 5 games played. 


-Damon, Sheehan, Coach Bergan, Murphy, Field. Seated — Cook, Thayer, Snow 

Merritt, Warner. 

Baseball Scores 

W. H. S. 8, Belchertown 17 

5, Smith Academy 6 
3, Belchertown 13 
3, Ashfield 6 

9, Smith School 10 

1, South Hadley 13 

2, Smith Academy 7 
11, Charlemont 1 

6, Charlemont 13 
0, Huntington 3 
0, Huntington 4 
2, Ashfield 4 

Games yet to be played : Smith School 
and South Hadley. 

The Baseball Team has had a rather 
slim season this spring netting but one 
victory to date. This victory was over the 
Charlemont Team on its own diamond and 
was the result of fine playing on the part 
of Williamsburg. In a game with Smith 
School played on our home diamond, 

Captain Snow exhibited a high gr^de of 
pitching making 10 strike-outs and allow- 
ing only a few hits. Two other games that 
were especially worthwhile to watch were: 
one played with Smith Academy in Hat- 
field, in which Williamsburg was just 
nosed out of a victory by one run, the 
score being 6-5, and another with Sander- 
son Academy on the Look Memorial Park 
field in Florence. This latter game was 
very closely contested, but the boys from 
Ashfield proved themselves slightly super- 
ior in base running. The final score stood 
at 4-2. 

The Team is losing four seniors this 
June through graduation, but the remain- 
ing players should furnish a substantial 
nucleus for next year's nine. If ineligi- 
bilities do not handicap the rank of candi- 
dates next spring the prospects should be 
good for a successful team. 

The Washington Trip 

We left Williamsburg Saturday morn- 
ing, April 25th, at 6:30 for Springfield 
under the careful guidance of Miss Burke 
and arrived in New York City about noon 
where Mr. Palmer met us. 

While crossing to Jersey City by way 
of the ferry we saw the Statue of Liberty. 
That afternoon we stopped in Philadel- 
phia where we visited Independence Hall. 
Fairmont Park, and the wonderful Wan- 
amaker Store. We arrived in Washington 
about 9:55 that evening. 

Sunday mqrning we visited the Francis- 
can Monastery with its wonderful gardens 
which is a memorial Church of the Holy 
Land, also the National Shrine of the Im 
maculate Conception. Sunday afternoon 
we rode through the United States Zoolog- 
ical Gardens. We stopped at the Lincoln 
Memorial and the National Cathedral 
where rest the bodies of President Wilson 
and Admiral Dewey. Later we crossed 
the Scott Key Memorial Bridge to Ft. 
Meyer, and the Arlington National Cem- 
etery where we saw General Lee's home, 
the New Amphitheatre, and the Tomb Of 
the Unknown Soldier. That evening we 
visited the marvelous Congressional Li- 

Monday morning we visited the Bureau 
of Printing and Engraving, the Pan 
American Union, the Capitol and the 

White House. After lunch we left for An- 
napolis where we witnessed an impressive 
military drill and saw the tomb of John 
Paul Jones, the father of our navy. 

Tuesday morning we visited the Wash- 
ington Monument and later the Old Na- 
tional Museum where are exhibited the 
Spirit of St. Louis, the figures of the 
Ladies of the White House in their inaug- 
ural gowns, and the Francis Scott Key 
Flag. In the New Museum we saw the 
Roosevelt Collection and many other 
things of great interest. After lunch we 
went to the flying field and from there to 
Alexandria where we visited the Washing- 
ton Lodge Room and Christ Church where 
Washington and General Lee worshipped. 
Then we resumed our ride on to Mount 
Vernon, the beautiful home of George 
Washington, on the banks of the historic 
Patomac. We returned to Washington by 
boat, which was indeed a pleasure for us 
all. That evening at dinner. Mr. Palmer 
and his daughter entertained us with vocal 
selections and. by special request. Roger 
Warner gave his oration on the Constitu- 

Wednesday morning we left the beauti- 
ful city of Washington at 7:30 with the 
hopes of returning someday. We arrived 
in Springfield about 6:45 P. M. where our 
friends were waiting to greet us. 

Irene Porter '31. 








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Smith College Weekly 

Mount Holyoke News (weekly) 

Mount Holyoke Freshman Paper 

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